All-Nighter (Ghostbuters 2016) for AnonRunnerAlyshialynn

Holtzman didn’t know how anyone could possibly sleep when they were so close to a breakthrough with the containment unit. She loved tedious testing.

The clock ticked toward five. Absorbed in her readings, Holtzman jumped when a loud beeping shattered the quiet. The coffee pot. A ghost? The spectrometer remained silent.

Holtzman watched the pot fill, and saw the note taped to the table.

Holtzy- Can’t stop you from pulling another all-nighter, but I can help keep you going. - Patty

Holtzman grinned. Maybe her flirting was getting somewhere. She downed a scalding cup, and returned to her calculations.